Evil Shouldn't Look This Good

Look, I don't wanna tick anybody off. I just want a place to express myself. If you are invited to view it, show some respect. I love you all exactly as I despise you. NixEclip err... NixEclips

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Trying To Write.

And I'm just about ready to abandon Blogger for good. Ever since the merging/buy-out with Google, this site has been royally fucked.

I can't reply to other people's blogs. I'll already be logged in with my super-awesome NEW AND IMPROVED google account, yet it still asks me to re-log in to verify that I'm using my account. And this happens AFTER I've already written my reply and hit the "publish" or "post" or what the fuck ever button. And then it doesn't accept the account I ALREADY FUCKING LOGGED ON WITH!!! So I lose everything I just typed. . what a fucking pain in the goddamn ass. Anyone else having this problem? Cuz it's pissing me the hell off.

Blogger was working just fine until this change-over happened. I may post the occasional "personal" blaaaagh, here. But it's become impossible for me to respond to anyone, so I'll be putting up my random thoughts (and spellings!) up on my stupid-ass MySpace blog. Fuck. Here's the link: http://www.myspace.com/nixeclips

I had intended to put up some other shit in this post, but I just got pissed at how fukced Blogger has become. Anyway, you don't have to have a MySpace to look at my shit, I think. Until they hook up with AOL and Time Warner and Wikipedia and George W. Bush, or whatever shit-bag waves stinky cash in front of their faces. Hell, it already sucks enough, so it can't get any worse, can it?

Saturday, May 19, 2007

This Is...HAHAHAHAHA! *ahem* My Ka-Nee

I went to bed early, last night. 10 pm, to be exact. How very responsible of me!

I woke before the sun had fully risen and stretched all of my limbs, luxuriating in snuggling up with a fluffy blankie and flannel pillie (seeing as how my flannel sheets were somehow destroyed by feces, I must deal with a simple fluffy bankie. Don't ask, don't tell.).

Problem: A SEARING FUCKING PAIN SHOT THROUGH THE FRONT OF MY GODDAMN RIGHT KNEE! It felt like my knee was accusing me of trying to bend it in a position that was not common for knees. Fuck that fucking knee!

It was painful, but I eventually got back into my comfy-goodness. I awoke about an hour later and, forgetting my past interaction with my ligaments, attempted to stretch, once more.

BAD FUCKING IDEA!! It was so unbearable that I rolled around in a fetal position, streaming tears, just wishing someone would jump into my apartment and sever the offending limb with a goddamn chainsaw.

Obviously, this did not happen. But the pain did subside, eventually, and I just gave up and got on the internet to read crazy shit.

Anyone still reading this absolute bullshit? If you are, I hope you're amused. I use this blog as an attempt to ohn, own oan? my writing skills. Did you notice how I just questioned my own (ohn, oan) spelling? And not getting it right at least once? Even with spell-check? That's pretty damn fucking lame. But I find it funny, for some reason.

I wasn't lieing about my ka-nee. I was just babbling about it in a sarcastic or ironic manner.

I recently had a pseudo-convo with someone via IM that basically went like this (and I'm not quoting anyone, here. Just making it stupidly not what was said.)

Person that contacted me: "I hope you don't want to kill me for all the shitty things I keep doing to you!"

Me receiving this ridiculous message: "Well, you keep fucking doing it, so what the fuck does it matter if I want to kill you, or not?"

Person sending me stupid messages that do nothing to resolve or confront what happened: "You're such a dick. I'm sorry I even tried to be cordial!"

Me wondering why it took that person almost a week to even talk about this: "Well, maybe next time we could actually talk about this."

Person cramming in this convo before they have to leave in 3 minutes: "You're such a bastard for not wanting to be nice to me!"

Me just wanting to get back to my review: "Sorry. I'm a total dick. I'm an abusive asshole that cares not a fuck for you. I must have proven that over and over. Remember all those times I treated you like shit? Yeah. I have no right to not yell at you IN CAPS, BITCH! And that's why I didn't."

Friday, May 18, 2007

Oh, Boy.

This song is so right and wrong, and all at the same time! I've posted a fascinating blog on myspace about watching television. I know! Everyone will be copying and pasting and sending it to all their friends! http://blog.myspace.com/nixeclips There's the link! Spread it like a blog-virus! And where's my damn pizza? WTF? Bastards. I want my delicious pineapple and hammy cheese pie, you fuckers! Bah. On with lyrics to a song I wish I wasn't able to connect with. And, yes, it's on the live album.

Blue October

"Breakfast After Ten"

"White kitchen walls with a thousand windowsTurn on Winston in the denAnd I'm still asleep but I can hear the pianoWhen you make breakfast after 10And I smell the coffee on your fingersI still smell the perfume in the bedThe crushed linen roses on everythingAnd you're still inside my head

You gotta make her know how it feels to miss youLet her know you're swapping sidesYou're not the one with all the problemsYou're the one with all the pride

So just pick your head up boy, andWalk awayWalk the coolest walk that you knowCause in a month or two she'll call youYou gotta hang up the phone

I hope she knows I've got this memoryThat won't ever seem to break or bendA thick lock & sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchenI don't think I'll ever take em' down again

And I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make upsAnd fuck ups and fake upsThings that I wish you could comprehend yeah, comprehendBut for now I'll lace up these wingtip shoes, boysAnd I'll go have breakfast with my good friends

You got to make her know how it feels to miss youYou got to let her know you're swapping sides You're not the one with all the problemsYou're the one with all the pride

You got to make her know how it feels to miss youLet her know you're swapping spitYou're not the one with all the problemsShe's the one that's full of shit

So just pick your head up, boys andWalk awayWalk the coolest walk that you knowIn a month or two she'll call youYou got to Hang up the phone..."

I'd much rather be posting the lyrics to

"Balance Beam"

"I haven't been quite the sameSo sure the story of my life would never changeIn a bright eyed wayRinsed out the soap in my eyes and wrote a song that I'm about to singIt's about a girlThat I hardly even knowIt's not another love songJust a list of things that I should knowevery man should know that...

[Chorus]One: You've got to take it kind of slowlyTwo: You've got to hurry up and make your moveThree: You've got to tell her that she's prettyFour: You've got to be the perfect gentelmanWhen you shake the walls, you've got to make 'em bendYeah you're got to show her thats she's prettyShe's so prettyYou're the balance beamAnd I keep falling all around this fairy tale.

We took a walk in the rainMy suggestion, she requestedThe park nearby to cast the shadeStay cool but I'm giddy like a school boyYou've got to handle with care this is not a toyGradually we touchedThough our clothes were wetWe sat and smiledI never thought I'd smile so muchThe first kiss always says the most

But that shit just doesn't seem to work. I must admit that females are still, at 32 years of age, a complete mystery to me. "Sure, let's go to a movie, you pay and then I'll tell you I can't see you, anymore." Hmmmm... Hope you enjoyed the film more than I did, cuz I thought it sucked. I do appreciate the offer to help break down boxes. That was awesome. But Sam Raimi owes me 2 hours and you owe me more than a fucking IM. But whatever. Here's another great song:

Trashcan Sinatras

A Coda

"ill-gotten feeling - a coda my lover's leaving and i love her

i would've taken you in confidence on things you wouldn't hear of it, you never let me in under the circumstances i confess i never tried my best

there's no plant tonight to water and i don't care if i live or die either

wasted, lost emotions nostradamus - now i know what's meant for me

i would have taken you in confidence on things you wouldn't hear of it, but you never let me in under the circumstances i confess i never tried my best

now i know what's meant for me

i would have taken you in confidence on things you wouldn't dream of it, you never let me in under the circumstances i confess i never tried my best... "

Well, that's a bit depressing. Sorry about that. Didn't mean to drag anyone down. I'm actually laughing at a lot of shit. For instance: LiveLines or whatever the fuck it is. This bitch states in the commercial that it's her favorite call-dating-service. So she has more than one? You desperate whore! (My apologies to actual desperate whores and not models with aspiring acting careers. You are free to call as many call-dating-services to meet your needs, you desperate whores.)

Sunday, May 06, 2007

WARNING!! For Tetris Lovers Only!

Well, you were fucking warned.

Here's some damn creative guys putting on a stage-based version of the classic. You have to watch the whole thing.

And here's the psychopaths from SomethingAwful.com being psychopaths in public. You should see their Resident Evil 4. The cops were called. More of their crazy shit at http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=RoccoB64 and www.mega64.com

And who knew that the Tetris theme could be sexy? Rowr! If only the damn guys stopped getting in the way of all the hot bitches and the camera would stand the fuck still for a while. And if the chicks would have gotten out of the pool with their wet, dripping, white shirts at the end. Anyway, video/music by some group called 2pm or something.

Nix says: Will have something worth writing about at some point in my life.